Category: Loss

Lord, take my sadness and turn it into compassion…..

Lord, take my sadness and turn it into compassion. Lord take my heaviness and turn it into caring. Lord take my weariness in hearing of this world’s tragedies and turn it into Your love. Lord, take my heart and transform it, renew it, and…

Death and Grace

Lament Psalm Seven O God, you’ve allowed death to take him away, leaving me alone in the chill dawn of unfinished love. What could you have been thinking? Ungiven gifts pile about me. Unsung songs remain trapped in my throat. Unsaid words lie rotting…

It is OK to not be OK

“There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and recovered hope.” George Elliot   Life…

The day my son was buried

  The sun paled.   I followed your casket to your final resting place.   My heart drained, my breath squeezed, appalled with numbness.   I walked heavily, dazed, behind you, reserved.   In a flash, you were gone. In a flash, my ears,…

Pained Sorrow in Loss

Grief, a tearing phenomenon tugs at my heart when I am not thinking of the deceased.   Even to say that word – deceased – conjures up all kinds of images.   The remembering of the person brings about different perceptions, ones savored in…

Grief Remembered

  Grief, a tearing phenomenon tugs at my heart when I am not thinking of the deceased. Even to say that word – deceased – conjures up all kinds of images. The remembering of the person brings about different perceptions, ones savored in a…

Therapeutic Alliance

Therapeutic Alliance   Wakeful attention tosses therapeutic encouragement, unveiling concealed ideals, unfolding seasoned memories. This task reaches below in unexplored regions locating deposited remains of recollected feelings. Years reach beyond expectations, searing disordered thoughts, exploding revelations.   This poem depicts insights I gained in…

Madness

  Madness I cannot explain this strange phenomenon. It twists and twirls, sometimes, out of reach of endurance. It is like a funnel burning inside, frying thoughts. My heart races to the outside, my skin sweats. It pierces craziness which cannot be explained, only…

Warmth of long ago…

I curl inside the cacooning womb of long ago, where I can hear the heart beat throbbing, of bloods pulsing strain, in veins I know so near – I lie comforted in red warm pockets that gently rock unformed desires in caressing fluids of…

You are gone now……

Is it true?   You are gone as summer turns Frigid and the leaves Drop one by one As I miss your Face as if I Was in a race for time.   But you go on as if the weather Does not wither…

Last bike ride – A Father’s Grief

To: the Murderer You never had to stand There and watch Your own eldest Boy Shut the dead eyes And MOUTH Of his own Only Other Brother. You didn’t Have to see Him Stretch over Across The chest Of your dead son Wishing it…

Charles Spurgeon and Suffering

Charles Spurgeon was known as a one of the great preachers in our world and he suffered severe bouts of depression and an unrelenting, debilitating painful illness, which left him lying in bed sometimes for weeks at a time. Spurgeon became a spiritual giant…

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